Second Male Lead, You Said It Was A Contract Marriage? (7 Chapters Left to Complete) - Chapter 042

‘Huff. The widow lady.’

I had tried my best to act composed in front of the duke’s family, but I wasn’t okay at all. Being alone in the carriage only made those feelings stronger.

I was someone with absolutely no experience in high society. But my opponent was a cunning, experienced viper, adept at social maneuvering.

The moment I let my guard down, I would surely be seized by the neck in one snap by that venomous serpent, its fangs bared and eyes flashing.

‘Still, if Marchioness Yekert continues provoking Marchioness Stemun beyond a certain point, the imperial family will step in. The period during which that lady dominates high society won’t last much longer.’

If even the maids were already gossiping about it, there was no way the imperial ears hadn’t caught wind. They were probably just waiting to see how long she would keep acting arrogantly, biding their time to cut her down at the right moment.

My goal today was simply to get through the tea time unscathed, without giving Marchioness Yekert any reason to criticize me.

Thanks to making the front page of the newspaper in such a dazzling manner, suspicions about hidden motives behind Yezar’s and my marriage might have subsided—but public interest would have risen sharply.

They would surely ask every tiny detail about our love story, starting from when we first met. I had coordinated my answers with him beforehand, but it seemed safer to keep my words to a minimum.

After all, any lady would naturally prefer to keep her private life with her husband out of the spotlight.

‘It’s troubling that I’m already getting used to thinking of myself as a wife. When this whole charade ends, I must end it cleanly without clinging on.’

Reminding myself to always guard my heart and hold tightly to reason, preventing emotions from deepening further, I felt the carriage arrive at the Yekert marquisate.

I braced myself firmly and carefully stepped out of the carriage. Immediately, a line of servants stood in perfect formation to greet me. When I had visited the Stemun marquisate, only the butler had come out to receive me.

Here, it seemed they had summoned every single servant—the atmosphere itself felt different. But upon closer look, all the servants’ expressions were lifeless.

‘How come not a single person is smiling? Everyone’s lips are tightly shut and their eyes cast downward.’

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